...And Other Assorted Love Songs (9.2/?)
Title- ...And Other Assorted Love Songs
Author- boo_coo_blue
Rating- PG
Warnings- None, really, unless you don't like fortune tellers. Oh, and cliffhanger.
Pairings- Micky/Ann, Mike/Micky (still unrequited)
Summary- Mike sees a fortune teller.
A/N- The fortune teller's assistant is based off the Oracle from the Matrix and Tia Dalma from Pirates of the Big Ocean Name I Can't Spell. Also, the character of Morgan kinda starts off slow, but she is very important later on.
Chapter Nine, Part Two: I’ll Tear Your Soul Apart
Mike walked down the street, feeling pretty mellow for the first time in what seemed like years. Alcohol didn’t usually affect him much, but it was this afternoon. Maybe his luck was starting to change….
He stumbled to a halt outside the fortune teller’s store, glaring at the brightly painted sign. Mike reminded himself with a shake of the head that he didn’t believe in such things a tarot and voodoo.
“I don’t believe….” He began, but was cut off. A gust of wind blew and shook the leaves of the tree he was standing under, setting off a small shower. Mike shook his head disgustedly; it hadn’t even rained that day. So much for bad luck running out…..
Mike sighed. May as well go in; he couldn’t get any worse, now could he?
When he opened the door, a small tinkling bell went off, but no one was to be seen. Mike took a look around. It was a typical fortune teller’s shop; a lot of fringy shawls and beads were hanging around, the light was really dim, and it smelled strongly of peppermint incense and….Mike breathed in deeply…chocolate chip cookies?
“Howy can I hep ya ser?”
Mike jumped about a foot in the air at the strange voice suddenly behind him. It was a very small, elderly lady, blacker than the night, eyes glittering, and a very silent walker.
“Sorrys. Yous here forsa fotune told, yesa?”
“Uh….Yeah, I guess.”
“Comes. I showsa to da Madame Sadie.”
She grabbed Mike with surprising forcefulness and began walking him to another room.
“Wait, you aren’t the fortune teller?”
“Ifn I’s wasa, would I’va had asks yous whys yous heres?”
“Huh, I guess not.”
They entered a room that was darker than the previous one. A few darkly shaded lamps were around, as well as a single candle on the small round table. Madame Sadie sat at the table, wearing an old-fashioned dress that looked like it came from the turn of the century and a lot of shawls. As they came in, she threw a card dramatically down next to a ornate looking crystal ball.
“The knight of swords- a dark young man, troubled, seeking my help!”
“Yesa, lady. Hereie he bees…..” And just like that, the lady vanished just as silently and swiftly as she had came.
“Sit, sit, young man.”
“Uh, you can call me….”
“Michael, yes I know. She told me.”
Mike felt cold. There was only one ‘she’ who called him Michael. But before he could ask, Madame Sadie was waving her hands over the crystal ball.
“The source of your problems, it becomes clearer now…clearer…I see another young man, one who is very close to you, his name is George….”
“Micky,” Mike said, nodding.
“Yes, this is what you call him. He is deeply in love as well…”
“Ann.”
Madame Sadie raised one eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.
“Let’s move to the cards…”
She picked up a deck of tarot cards that looked just like the sort Kendra had left him. Mike was beginning to feel nauseous. Madame Sadie shuffled them and laid out seven cards in a horseshoe-like shape. She flipped over the first card.
“The Tower. Recently in your past, there has been some sort of calamity, or ruin. The death of someone close perhaps?”
Mike nodded numbly as she flipped over the next one. “Ten of Swords. Right now, you are penned down by your own hopelessness. You are unable to grow. Your current problem is being helped by the Queen of Cups, but upside down….someone deceitful and manipulative posing as a friend.”
“Ann,” Mike growled again. “But how is she helping any.”
Madame Sadie tsked. “All things with time. Your situation is hindered by The Devil. You are held back by your own assumptions. It also doesn’t help that the source of your problem believes you are running away from him. Six of Swords”
Mike started to say something but was cut off. “To solve your problem…” She flipped over the next to last card. “The Queen of Swords. A protector who has also seen her share of sorrow. This protector will soon show herself to you with advice. If you heed her…”
Last card. “Two of cups. The joining of two people. A bonding will ensue.”
She scooped up her cards. “Keep an eye out for the queen of swords, and you’ll be alright. She has good advice. That’ll be five dollars.”
Mike started; he’d forgotten. He fished out his wallet and pulled out the money. “Thanks.”
“Thank you. And keep an open mind!” She called as he left the room.
Mike bumped into the other lady.
“Yous had reading? Goods! Yous do fines now.”
“Oh. Yeah. Thanks.”
“Theres are somethigns more?”
“What? No, I just….I’ve had this feeling lately…Like I’m cursed…”
“No, you no cursed! Yous just ins blacks mood. Here. Have a cookies….”
From somewhere she pulled out a large plate of chocolate chip cookies.
“Oh, well, sure. Thanks.”
“You eats that, and you feels better. Cookies bests cures for curses ever!”
Mike chuckled and bit into the cookie. It tasted just like the ones his mom used to make when he was little. He did feel better. He was about to thank the lady again, but she was gone.
****
Mike finished the cookie by the time he had walked home, and felt light enough to walk on the air. And he only felt better when he walked in the door.
Davy was sitting at the table with two women, talking and laughing over something. The shorter one with the lightish-brown hair and chocolate colored eyes could only be Susan Jones. She was slightly heavier-set than her brother, but it worked, giving her an almost motherly appearance. The other was slightly taller, about Davy’s height, with bright red hair and grey eyes. This must be Morgan Boyd. She had a distantly sad look on her face, and Mike briefly wondered if she was his queen of swords.
Micky was standing in the kitchen, cooking supper. “Hey, Mike,” he called over his shoulder when he heard the door open. “I’m making spaghetti.”
“That’s cool.” Mike paused, wondering if he should ask. “I thought you were going out with Ann tonight…”
Micky shrugged. “She canceled.” He didn’t seem to upset and Mike felt his happy level spike up another notch.
Davy introduced him to his sister and her friend. Susan was studying to be a teacher for grade-school kids. Morgan was already out of school and had her doctor’s license. She had been getting ready to open her own office, but her plans changed when her fiancée left her for a nurse he had met. Which was why she was here with Susan.
When Mike came in, Davy and Susan had been talking about having a party so that she and Morgan could meet all of his friends. Morgan didn’t seem to keen on this, but wasn’t saying much.
“Mike, Micky…would that be alright with you? If we had a party here in about two weeks?”
Micky came over, too. “Oh, that’d be great! We haven’t had a party here since….” Micky tried to remember back. “Wow, over a year now.”
Mike nodded, glad to see Davy acting like himself about something for a change. “That’d be cool.” And so, over a delicious spaghetti dinner, plans were made for a party.
After supper, Mike began to feel unusually sleepy. He felt unsteady so he sat on the couch and was soon joined by Micky who turned on the TV. That was when everything started moving and spinning.
“Mike? You aright?”
Mike turned to look at Micky, but the room spun. “Uhg…No, I think I need to lie down…”
“Well, here, I’ll help you upstairs….”
Mike heard gentle concern in Micky’s voice, but it didn’t comfort him much. He felt Micky help him up and they took a few steps towards the stairs. That was when Mike felt the world tip back. He felt strong airs hold on to him, and distant voices….
And then he was gone.
Author- boo_coo_blue
Rating- PG
Warnings- None, really, unless you don't like fortune tellers. Oh, and cliffhanger.
Pairings- Micky/Ann, Mike/Micky (still unrequited)
Summary- Mike sees a fortune teller.
A/N- The fortune teller's assistant is based off the Oracle from the Matrix and Tia Dalma from Pirates of the Big Ocean Name I Can't Spell. Also, the character of Morgan kinda starts off slow, but she is very important later on.
Chapter Nine, Part Two: I’ll Tear Your Soul Apart
Mike walked down the street, feeling pretty mellow for the first time in what seemed like years. Alcohol didn’t usually affect him much, but it was this afternoon. Maybe his luck was starting to change….
He stumbled to a halt outside the fortune teller’s store, glaring at the brightly painted sign. Mike reminded himself with a shake of the head that he didn’t believe in such things a tarot and voodoo.
“I don’t believe….” He began, but was cut off. A gust of wind blew and shook the leaves of the tree he was standing under, setting off a small shower. Mike shook his head disgustedly; it hadn’t even rained that day. So much for bad luck running out…..
Mike sighed. May as well go in; he couldn’t get any worse, now could he?
When he opened the door, a small tinkling bell went off, but no one was to be seen. Mike took a look around. It was a typical fortune teller’s shop; a lot of fringy shawls and beads were hanging around, the light was really dim, and it smelled strongly of peppermint incense and….Mike breathed in deeply…chocolate chip cookies?
“Howy can I hep ya ser?”
Mike jumped about a foot in the air at the strange voice suddenly behind him. It was a very small, elderly lady, blacker than the night, eyes glittering, and a very silent walker.
“Sorrys. Yous here forsa fotune told, yesa?”
“Uh….Yeah, I guess.”
“Comes. I showsa to da Madame Sadie.”
She grabbed Mike with surprising forcefulness and began walking him to another room.
“Wait, you aren’t the fortune teller?”
“Ifn I’s wasa, would I’va had asks yous whys yous heres?”
“Huh, I guess not.”
They entered a room that was darker than the previous one. A few darkly shaded lamps were around, as well as a single candle on the small round table. Madame Sadie sat at the table, wearing an old-fashioned dress that looked like it came from the turn of the century and a lot of shawls. As they came in, she threw a card dramatically down next to a ornate looking crystal ball.
“The knight of swords- a dark young man, troubled, seeking my help!”
“Yesa, lady. Hereie he bees…..” And just like that, the lady vanished just as silently and swiftly as she had came.
“Sit, sit, young man.”
“Uh, you can call me….”
“Michael, yes I know. She told me.”
Mike felt cold. There was only one ‘she’ who called him Michael. But before he could ask, Madame Sadie was waving her hands over the crystal ball.
“The source of your problems, it becomes clearer now…clearer…I see another young man, one who is very close to you, his name is George….”
“Micky,” Mike said, nodding.
“Yes, this is what you call him. He is deeply in love as well…”
“Ann.”
Madame Sadie raised one eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.
“Let’s move to the cards…”
She picked up a deck of tarot cards that looked just like the sort Kendra had left him. Mike was beginning to feel nauseous. Madame Sadie shuffled them and laid out seven cards in a horseshoe-like shape. She flipped over the first card.
“The Tower. Recently in your past, there has been some sort of calamity, or ruin. The death of someone close perhaps?”
Mike nodded numbly as she flipped over the next one. “Ten of Swords. Right now, you are penned down by your own hopelessness. You are unable to grow. Your current problem is being helped by the Queen of Cups, but upside down….someone deceitful and manipulative posing as a friend.”
“Ann,” Mike growled again. “But how is she helping any.”
Madame Sadie tsked. “All things with time. Your situation is hindered by The Devil. You are held back by your own assumptions. It also doesn’t help that the source of your problem believes you are running away from him. Six of Swords”
Mike started to say something but was cut off. “To solve your problem…” She flipped over the next to last card. “The Queen of Swords. A protector who has also seen her share of sorrow. This protector will soon show herself to you with advice. If you heed her…”
Last card. “Two of cups. The joining of two people. A bonding will ensue.”
She scooped up her cards. “Keep an eye out for the queen of swords, and you’ll be alright. She has good advice. That’ll be five dollars.”
Mike started; he’d forgotten. He fished out his wallet and pulled out the money. “Thanks.”
“Thank you. And keep an open mind!” She called as he left the room.
Mike bumped into the other lady.
“Yous had reading? Goods! Yous do fines now.”
“Oh. Yeah. Thanks.”
“Theres are somethigns more?”
“What? No, I just….I’ve had this feeling lately…Like I’m cursed…”
“No, you no cursed! Yous just ins blacks mood. Here. Have a cookies….”
From somewhere she pulled out a large plate of chocolate chip cookies.
“Oh, well, sure. Thanks.”
“You eats that, and you feels better. Cookies bests cures for curses ever!”
Mike chuckled and bit into the cookie. It tasted just like the ones his mom used to make when he was little. He did feel better. He was about to thank the lady again, but she was gone.
****
Mike finished the cookie by the time he had walked home, and felt light enough to walk on the air. And he only felt better when he walked in the door.
Davy was sitting at the table with two women, talking and laughing over something. The shorter one with the lightish-brown hair and chocolate colored eyes could only be Susan Jones. She was slightly heavier-set than her brother, but it worked, giving her an almost motherly appearance. The other was slightly taller, about Davy’s height, with bright red hair and grey eyes. This must be Morgan Boyd. She had a distantly sad look on her face, and Mike briefly wondered if she was his queen of swords.
Micky was standing in the kitchen, cooking supper. “Hey, Mike,” he called over his shoulder when he heard the door open. “I’m making spaghetti.”
“That’s cool.” Mike paused, wondering if he should ask. “I thought you were going out with Ann tonight…”
Micky shrugged. “She canceled.” He didn’t seem to upset and Mike felt his happy level spike up another notch.
Davy introduced him to his sister and her friend. Susan was studying to be a teacher for grade-school kids. Morgan was already out of school and had her doctor’s license. She had been getting ready to open her own office, but her plans changed when her fiancée left her for a nurse he had met. Which was why she was here with Susan.
When Mike came in, Davy and Susan had been talking about having a party so that she and Morgan could meet all of his friends. Morgan didn’t seem to keen on this, but wasn’t saying much.
“Mike, Micky…would that be alright with you? If we had a party here in about two weeks?”
Micky came over, too. “Oh, that’d be great! We haven’t had a party here since….” Micky tried to remember back. “Wow, over a year now.”
Mike nodded, glad to see Davy acting like himself about something for a change. “That’d be cool.” And so, over a delicious spaghetti dinner, plans were made for a party.
After supper, Mike began to feel unusually sleepy. He felt unsteady so he sat on the couch and was soon joined by Micky who turned on the TV. That was when everything started moving and spinning.
“Mike? You aright?”
Mike turned to look at Micky, but the room spun. “Uhg…No, I think I need to lie down…”
“Well, here, I’ll help you upstairs….”
Mike heard gentle concern in Micky’s voice, but it didn’t comfort him much. He felt Micky help him up and they took a few steps towards the stairs. That was when Mike felt the world tip back. He felt strong airs hold on to him, and distant voices….
And then he was gone.